(Author's note: this part is from no one's perspective)
...Present day...
A delicate white rose slowly drifted down, floating delicately towards the road already littered with petals. It was the only flower brave enough to soar towards a ruthless and intimidating man riding on a black horse.
This man was none other than Prince Raylon of the Pheonix nation. A man who is considered a great hero for his work killing the dead and saving innocent lives. However, he was a man no one could offend lest they wanted to lose their hands.
His sharp eyes glared at the flower innocently floating towards him. His scar deepened hideously as a fire was ignited behind his dark eyes.
His hand reached for the flower so quickly, no one saw him even move. In the next instant, the flower was smashed in his iron tight grip. He had not caught the flower to return the affection of the one who threw it. Instead, he caught it prepared to slaughter them instead.
